Chapter 882 Can I knit a scarf for you?

The man's slender fingers turned over the pages, and every time he turned, his heart throbbed.

Each dish was the name of a dish he had mentioned before. Some were things he really liked to eat, while others were just mentioned casually to tease her.

This stupid woman really remembered everything...

Mo Nanjue put the back of his hand against his forehead, and a rare feeling of panic surged into his heart. He clenched the record book tightly in his palm, almost squeezing it into a ball, and leaned back with his tall body.

Something seemed to be pressing down on his back. The man lowered his head and saw a bag on the sofa.

He took the bag and opened it. Inside was a ball of dark brown wool, with a semi-finished product and a few needles lying across it. It looked like it should be an unfinished scarf.

…

"Mo Nanjue, can I knit a scarf for you?"

"How can you be so stupid as to knit?"

"I can learn it."

"You can learn how to speak Nan Nan."

"I will definitely learn it!"

"Ghost letter."

…

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, his eyes were extremely deep, and his black eyes were fixed on the unfinished scarf.

Luo Xiao followed him in. He didn't change his shoes. He looked up and saw a photo posted on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

In the photo, Tong Ran is holding a big marshmallow and leaning on Mo Nanjue's shoulder. Her little face is filled with a smile and she is making a two sign with her little hands. The man has a cold and handsome face. Although he seems reluctant to take the photo, he

It does not affect the beauty and warmth presented in this group photo in any way.

The two of them are close together, obviously a perfect match.

Luo Xiao's eyes darkened and he reached out without hesitation to tear off the photo, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to it.

He walked into the living room. Mo Nanjue was holding a bag. Luo Xiao didn't say anything, walked to the sofa on one side and sat down.

Leng Qing also followed in.

Mo Nanjue clenched his palms and put the scarf back on the sofa with a cherishing movement.

Seeing this, Luo Xiao spoke first, "Mo Nanjue, how well do you know Xiaoran?"

The man sneered, "Can't you afford a calendar?"

"You have only known each other for a few months."

"Yes," Mo Nanjue looked at him coldly, "This shows that love has nothing to do with time."

"..."

Luo Xiao did not answer, but reached out and took out a disc from his pocket.

Leng Qing understood, took the disc, walked to the TV cabinet, installed it and pressed the player.

Mo Nanjue raised his head.

The large LCD TV was very clear, and the screen flashed a few times, revealing a ward.

There is a beautiful woman lying on the hospital bed in the center. The picture is obviously not processed in any way, and everyone is clearly captured.

This is the scene where Luo Xiao injects Tong Ran with Devils Kiss.

The total length of the disc is only twenty minutes, and the clearest parts are even deliberately magnified, including the point of the needle dripping with crimson liquid that penetrated the skin of the woman's back neck, including Tong Ran's small face wrinkling in pain and screaming,

Including her struggles, her cries, her shoulders curled up in severe pain when she was poisoned...

The woman's whimpering voice like a small animal echoed in the living room again and again.

At the last moment of the scene, Tong Ran's face was captured, and she could clearly see that she had bitten her lip due to pain, and there were drops of blood on her pale lips, showing off her coquettish beauty.

Leng Qing looked shocked. He didn't expect Luo Xiao to be so cruel... He couldn't bear to look away and didn't look again.

Mo Nanjue clenched his fists into fists, and the clicking sound of his knuckles penetrated into people's hearts. The man's handsome face was shrouded in layers of dark clouds, and if it got any darker, it would be hell.
Chapter completed!